Chapter 62

The white brute nodded and said, "Brat, you have guts. If you look so delicate, a few of my brothers will definitely be willing to stab your butt."

"You …"

Before he could finish his words, a bottle of wine popped up and swept across the big man's head.

The bottle exploded and the impact caused the big man to swallow the rest of his words into his stomach.

Only the heavens knew how powerful this sweep was. The big man flew up and heavily smashed onto a table nearby, smashing the table into pieces.

"Motherf * cker, you dare to make a move?"

"Kill him!"

"Beat him to death!"

When the others saw this, they all shouted in anger.

One of the blacks wore a glove and his fist was covered with sharp willow nails.

He cursed as he punched towards Zero's face. If he was hit, Bao Ling's handsome face would be ruined.

Zero fell back and the girl rolled on the ground.

At the same time, he swung the chair towards the black man. The black man's punch did not hit him, but it was hit by the chair thrown at him by Zero.

The chair shattered into pieces. The black man screamed as he was sent flying backward, crushing his companions behind him.

"Fuck you!"

A burly man with a beard and a chest tattoo of an enchanting woman took out a dagger from his waist. He pounced forward and stabbed towards Lingcun's chest.

Zero pushed the girl away and put one hand on the ground. He bounced up and into the man's arms.

The large mustached man's blade pierced through empty air, but Zero continued to attack him from close up.

He didn't use his enhanced strength. He only used the strength of an ordinary person. His two fists were like flying as they violently clenched into fists.

There was a dull thud on the ripened cowhide, and the bearded man's body jumped. When he stopped the exercise of his fist, he was already foaming with white foam and had fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, his two companions cursed angrily as they rushed forward with their daggers and iron staffs in hand.

Zero was not going to fight them anymore, so he raised the M500 to his hand and pointed between their eyebrows.

The tavern quieted down. Even the wild beasts on the stage stopped their battle of human flesh. Only the wild sounds of heavy metal could be heard.

The white man, who had been flung away by Zero, stood up in a daze. He saw Zero had his back facing him, so he rolled his eyes and picked up the long-bearded dagger from the ground and was about to stab Zero.

"Stop!"

A loud shout came from the direction of the gate. The familiar voice made the white man stop his dagger mid-air.

A middle-aged man walked in from outside the door with a cigar in his mouth and three or four hideous scars on his face.

He walked over to the white man, gave him a slap, and swept the dagger that was still in his hand to the ground.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

cried the white man, touching his flushed face.

With one hand on his head, the middle-aged man puffed out a cloud of smoke at the Caucasian and sneered, "Damn, I saved you and yet you still have so much nonsense to say."

If you had dared to stab down just now, he would have instantly shot you.

Get the hell back here and take your people with you.

The white man's face went from green to red, and finally he stopped.

"Hey, outsider."

Playing with a gun in a tavern isn't anything fun. If you don't put the gun down, I'll call you brother and cripple you. "

Walking to Zero's side, the middle-aged man pulled the girl over and said, "And you, Monnie."

"Stop playing such tricks. If you want money, then come back with me. I love your little butt so much."

The girl's face turned pale.

Zero finally put the gun down. He was a little surprised to see Monnie.

"No, that's exactly what you think."

The middle-aged man glanced at the girl and the white man. "Monnie and Johnson are in cahoots, and usually this is a trick that only a sympathetic person like you can hook up with."

But then again, people who still have compassion these days are dead.

"If you want to live in the wilderness, kid, stop being so naive."

Zero's face flushed unnaturally, and his eyes glinted with cold light.

The people he glanced at, not to mention Johnson and the young girl Monnie, even the middle-aged man felt a chill roll down his spine.

It was like being watched by a lone wolf. Although Lone Wolf didn't have any companions, they were more cruel.

At the same time, they held a grudge.

"Well, let them go, unless you want trouble."

The middle-aged man, who was the first to recover, said to Zero, "You're not bad. Let me buy you a drink."

Zero shook his head, put away the pistol and said seriously, "No, I will treat you."

"Masters!"

The man looked at him in surprise. "You know me?"

"Not before, now we know each other."

Ling silently watched Johnson and the others leave. Sure enough, the Caucasian man was with the girl.

The hand he had placed on the young girl, Monnie, had been fidgeting.

As for Monnie, she seemed to have gotten used to this kind of treatment and did not utter a single word.

However, when she left the pub, Monnie seemed to have something to say. In the end, she didn't say anything and just left.

"Hey, you don't like a girl like Monnie, do you?"

"But the baby's not bad. I heard it's tight, but I didn't try it."

Masters bumped into Zerom and laughed, "If you want, I can help you arrange it once. How about it?"

"No need."

Zero turned around and looked into Masters's eyes. "I'm looking for you to ask about something?"

"I heard that you are well-informed."

Masters bluntly nodded and said, "This is acknowledged by everyone, but my information is not for nothing."

"What do you want?"

Zero asked.

"What I want, you can't give.

"As for money or women, I have plenty …"

Masters replied calmly, "You're a mercenary, right? I can smell that smell on your body."

Yes, the smell of death.

"How about this, you owe me a request first. When I need it, you can fulfill it for me. How about it?"

Zero looked at him coldly, and Masters immediately raised his hand and said, "Fine, fine. You are not only a mercenary, but also a shrewd one."

"Then if you feel that the request is unreasonable, you can refuse."

"Deal."

"So tell me, what do you want to know?"

"I have a friend who's sick, genetically and cell mutants.

I would like to know what company or organization has the ability to treat this disease. "

Zero asked directly.

He took a deep drag on his cigar, smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of organization the company is organizing, but there is a good doctor in Angry Reef City."

His name was Victor, and he lived in the western part of the city.

"His specialty is precisely gene and cell disease control."

Zero looked at him expressionlessly.

"Don't do this to me, man."

What I said is true. "

Masters held up his left hand, and it was not until his left hand was gloved.

Masters took the glove off, and there was an arm that was no longer human.

Masters arm was covered with elliptical scales of flesh, and there were varying degrees of deformation in the palms and fingers, which made it look more like the limbs of some wild beast.

The scales extend to the position of the triceps and gradually fade until they join the normal muscles.

"Have we arrived?"

"Three years ago, my organization started to mutate. If it wasn't for Victor curing me, I would have already become a monster."

Masters chuckled and said, "But that person has a bad temper. He's not someone who is willing to treat anyone."

Unless, of course, you can move him. "

When Lingcun came out of the pub, he was already carrying a piece of paper with an address on it.